Where the blogger woefully laments her lack of posts; vows to change.

Even blogs that don’t get read have authors who are ashamed of how little they post. This blog is no different. In an attempt to jump start things around here, it’s time for some randoms!

"Your mama promotes Mexican boy-on-boy love!" Buuuuurn!

Tu madre! I recently rewatched the gem of a film Y Tu Mamá También and, against my better judgement, shared the experience with Charlie. This is worse than the time we watched He Knew He Was Right. The go-to comeback in my house in my house will be “y tu mamá también” for at least the next six months. Joy.

American Victory: Did you know? Perhaps you do know that Tampa is home to SS American Victory, which, in this life, is serving as my favorite type of museum – the museum ship. For only ten dollars, folks can spend as much time as they like wandering around an actual WWII Victory cargo ship. For the record, this is about fifty times cooler than it sounds. Did you know that the United States Merchant Marines saw a greater degree of loss than any other branch of service during WWII? Not the Marines with the guns and the haircuts; the ones that drive the ships.

I don't need to go. I've obviously already steered the ship and retired from duty.

Despite, or perhaps because of, the United States use of the most advanced logistics methodologies of the time, German U-boats were specifically targeting cargo in an attempt to put a hole in the Allied supply chain. Here in Tampa, we have one of the ships that made it through the war intact, and she lives on to us tell her tale. While you may have known all that, did you know that on March 24 that ship is going on a cruise, and if you’ve got one-hundred-and-ten bucks to spare, you can go with her? Though I don’t have the cash to spend, I will be watching her sail off (probably through tears; I’m known for being a weepy sap when I witness awesome things), and I’d like to be waving to you! If you’re a ship’s captain (making that fat bank), a history buff, or you just love the United States Merchant Marines, take a trip on the American Victory, and be sure to tell me all about it!

"A rising tide lifts all boats." Of course, I think they have to be in the water, first.

Oh. The Boat. The only search terms that get people to my blog are “Compass 47” and “penis hangs to the left.” Since I’m no longer interested in Dr. Oz’s genitalia, I figure I should write about the Compass.

So, that there to the left – that’s where she is. Still. For the last four months. I could make updates about painting the bilge and varnishing the v-berth, but I’m not moved to do such. I was, though, ready to post about the repowering project, which, had it gone off as planned, would have been completed in the beginning of January. I can’t complain too loudly, though. We’re at a boatyard where we’re being treated like family, and we’ve been able to complete a few small projects while we’re on the hard. We want that new sixty horsepower Beta Marine in though, and we want the boat in the water. I promise I’ll post about the boat this week. To be honest, I’m itching to write about her, almost as much as I’m itching to sail her.

My only friend?

… and, finally: I have been looking for one of these on and off for years. This guy is a genius, and my hero. I’m trying really hard not to post awful Internet-isms like “squeee,” though I can’t help but think them.

This all leads me to thinking how obviously a little nightlight wouldn’t have been able to guide in the Argo, so this feathered guy shouldn’t worry too much about living up to the high standards set by his ancestors.

See that, I can’t help geeking out right before your eyes. I’m ashamed.